Hearing these words, Alexander had a worried thought on his mind. 'Does she know the real truth about her husband's death?'
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Blood trickled from his nose. It fell from both nostrils. Strangely it didn't come out the way a human blood would have felt like. Even if a Werewolf was Stronger than a human and was seen as a different race entirely. They were still mortal humans at the end of the day. his blood was coming out in a green color. Although it wasn't a deep green, it had a faint hue, and the red color was barely visible.
Alexander used the index finger and middle finger on his left hand to touch his nose that was bleeding. "What the hell did that council do to me?" He asked himself as he immediately ran to his book shelf in his office. He wasn't running the way he would normally do. From the looks of it, he was weaker than ever. He stumbled as he got close to the bookshelf. His body barely kneeling on the book shelve as he breathed in and out.
"What the hell is happening?" He asked himself confused.
He stretched his hand to a certain book. He brought that book out of the shelves and flipped the big book pages continuously. His back was still Leaning on the book shelf for support.
In an instant, his legs gave in and he feel with the book on the floor. "What is going on?" He asked himself and could feel himself getting weaker with blood leaving his ears and eyes. It was the faint green blood and it was now leaving rapidly.
"Finally," He said as he flipped the book and saw what he had been looking for. It was an injection, with a strange green substance in it. He used the injection to inject himself.
"That's better," He said with a smile as he felt the energy in his body increasing and he could now walk on his two legs.
Alexander stood up and went to pick up his phone. His phone was on the floor. It had fallen when he used Sophie's head to slam the table causing the table to break and his phone fell to the ground as well.
He dialed a certain number on his phone...
"Hello, who am I speaking to?" The person asked.
"It's me, the Werewolf you did an experiment on." Alexander said to the person through the phone.
"Oh, now I remember, you are the 'Lunar Werewolf'." The person said.
"Yes, that's correct," Alexander said, "It has happened again, I thought you promised me that this wouldn't happen to me anymore. I am still getting weaker, ARE YOU SURE THE EXPERIMENT WAS A SUCCESS?!" He shouted the last words in anger.
"I understand how you feel, your life isn't a small price to pay. You wouldn't die. Your experiment was a success." The person then paused for a bit and continued. "The only problem is that you have to depend on the antidote for the rest of your life..."
"THE REST OF MY LIFE!" Alexander shouted in anger almost crushing his phone into pieces out of anger.
"Don't worry, Mr. Alexander," The person said. "Your life isn't a small price to pay. The 'WAR OF OLDS' must repeat itself and this time. The Vampires must all perish. It is a promise given to you by 'The Council Of Dhampirs'." The call was ended by the person.
Out of fury, Alexander smashed his phone into pieces. "I was tricked," He said to himself with disappointment in his voice. "My life is nothing to those Dhampirs."
***
In a planet where the Sun never sets. Some group of beings saw it appealing. These beings were none other than Vampires. Human like beings with a weakness to exposure to the Sun.
This was the most habitable place for them. The sun never sets on this planet, which light years away from Earth. Humanity still has no clue about Vampires.
Inside an arena, many Vampires could be seen. The arena had the design of an Egyptian pyramid, only the the fact that the walls were made entirely of an unknown black material that humans don't know of.
There were chairs everywhere and a square shaped wide arena could be seen at the center of the place. Everything around it was black, even the floor of the arena was black. The chairs were all filled by Vampires who were eagerly waiting to see this game.
At the top of the arena, a black throne sat atop a dais. Its occupant was a being of unparalleled power, dressed in a dark cloak that hung to the floor. His face was pale, with high cheekbones and dark eyes that seemed to glow with a light of their own. He sat motionless, watching the games unfold below him with a cold, calculating gaze. His name was King Mordred Nightshade, ruler of the vampires. He was said to be more than immortal, and his power was absolute. His real name is Nathan Nightshade. The name 'Modred' was given to him by his mother before she went to eternal slumber and he decided to honour it. Nathan was the name given to him by his father and Modred was given to him by his mom.
The king stood up from his seat and addressed the ground of Vampires both young and old alike. Strange black drones could be seen all over the place taking videos of every part of the King's gesture.
The King waved his right hands slightly and then spoke. "Welcome, my fellow vampires, to this most auspicious day," the King intoned in a deep, resonant voice. "Today, we will witness the ultimate test of skill and strength, as we celebrate the victor and mourn the defeated. Let us revel in the competition and enjoy the spectacle that is about to unfold before us." His words carried a weight that seemed to press down on the gathered vampires, filling them with eager anticipation. "Now, without further ado, let the games begin!" The King sat back down on his throne, and a hush fell over the crowd as the first contestants entered the arena.
'The Hunt.' It is a time-honored tradition, in which young vampires must prove themselves by hunting and defeating powerful beasts. These beasts are often mythical creatures, such as werewolves, dragons, or manticores. The rules of the game are simple: each vampire must choose a beast and defeat it in combat. Only the strongest and most cunning will emerge victorious.
About seven groups of vampires started to approach from each side. Each group having about Ten individuals in it. Each with a weapon but no protective beast gear for their vital parts. From the center of the arena. The ground opened and from it came out about Fifty different Werewolves could all be seen that were wrapped from head to toe with a kind of red string that seemed to drain their life force.
'Killing a Whole group would mean my freedom from this tormented place.' All the Werewolves thought a bit happy and scared of the Vampire.
Vampires punished Werewolves greatly. They carried those who had committed grievous offenses from Earth to their planet and give them everlasting torture and these Werewolves were one of them. Killing a group of ten Vampires would give that Werewolf instantly freedom.
As the game was about to start, the Royal Knight Noah came and tapped the king by his shoulder. "My King, The leaders are ready for the meeting."
"Let me guess," the King said with a slight grin on his face, "It's about those Werewolves in Fort Valor Military Academy."
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